Tony eyed the young man approaching carefully, his head cocked to the side slightly as he took in the massive physique and confident walk. That was a walk that could only be achieved knowing that the only thing taking you down was a gun. Tony knew that walk. He had it himself. The young man went up a notch in esteem on the basis of that walk alone.
"Have a seat, Mr. Mercer," Tony said nodding to the chair across from him, "and tell me a bit about yourself and why you want to work here?"